ShagmoorLounge

February 06, 2005

Oh boy! It's superbowl sunday. I've been creaming my jeans all fucking day. I just can't stand it. Who will win? Who will win? Oh God who will win the superbowl this year?

Who fucking cares?

I've taken up residency in my new pad. It's fully swinging. I scanned craigslist and did a free run all through LA and the OC. I got a black sofa, a foot stool thing, a coffee table, a drafting table, a new futon frame, a microwave, some dishes and pots and pans and kitchen stuff, a lamp, some bathroom thing that goes behind the toilet to put stuff on, and a big ass mirror to go on the far wall so I can if anyone is coming in behind me. That's the fucking coolest thing.

So, thanks craigslist trashers for throwing all that good shit into the street and alleys. I fucking scored with the drafting table. It came with a chair and a lamp and a slide rule still attached. I had to replace one of the clamps but it was no big deal.

I painted everything. I ended up painting everything mostly black chalkboard paint. I did three coats on every wall. It makes the place look pretty dark but it's cool. I live in a cave unto myself. I painted the microwave oven stove combo thing with black car paint. It turned out pretty good. I got a better fridge free on craigslist and painted it red. I was going to paint it black but then I just at the moment decided red. It looks pretty good.

I went to Costco with some married people I know. I bought as much kiddie chalk as I could with what I had. I also stocked up on food and I bought some towels and dishtowels and other shit there really cheap. They have really cheap shampoo and toilet paper and stuff like that. Now I have a place to store all that shit.

My new place is pretty bad ass I have to admit. I hope my Cambo landlady never comes by. If she does I'll just tell her everything is cool. I've had Asian landloords before. You send them their rent and they never come by or hassle you.

The chick I've been seeing came by and said she wanted to give me a housewarming gift. She came back with all kinds of cool shit. Some big red bowl with holes in it to rinse out spaghetti. She bought these coverings for the sofa so that it looks better. She bought black and white checkerboard and then we put our hand and footprints all over it with red fabric paint. She bought a big basket for dirty laundry and we took it out back this morning and painted it fire engine red. Since I got the new futon she's stayed over twice.

I got my phone turned on and my satellite dish hooked up so now I'm wired. I got a Vonage line so the phone company can't track me. Fascist fuckheads. I hate the phone company. I hid my TV and stereo in a beat up metal cabinet that came with the place. I padlock it when I leave. I take my laptop with me when I go. The guys all around here never work too long after dark and I've only seen one other guy, the welder up the street, here on the weekends. I hate to jinx anything, but I feel pretty secure.

So now that's all settled I can get back to work on the bastard's master plan. That's the codename for the secret project. What secret project? Well, I could tell you, but then I'd have to kill you.

The Shadow knows 4:28 PM
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